A princess,
though overly ornamented with love,
one day ran away with her knight
for love.
They wailed upon her loss at first,
then branded her a profaner
for making such a travesty of the blue blood.
Born beneath the brightest star,
glowing in admiration, burning in beauty,
she could have had it all,
if only she had listened to her mother.
"I have my likes too, mother. Are they wrong?"
"They are demons, my child, haven't you heard?
Tales of those who are bewitched by their demons.
Your mother knows what's right to become a queen.
After all, a queen raised me too."
Years later, a young knight, from a place unguarded,
whispered to her, “Your thoughts are beautiful.”
Charmed with flattery, she let her true hue blossom,
and slowly, together, they fell in love.
Then one June night, the princess confessed to the knight,
“Darling, I am afraid, deeply afraid.
In truth, it has been months now,
I can't quiet this longing to flee.
I fear my people, my friends, my blood.
My heart no longer feels safe,
as though, should I fail to become what they behold in me,
they would aim at my neck to reckon me,
eyes brimming with resentment,
as if all they poured into me has suddenly turn to nothing,”
she wept and added in a tremulous voice,
“Would it be selfish, my knight,
if I asked you to save me?”
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 10:05 AM UTC
A princess,
though overly ornamented with love,
one day ran away with her knight
for love.
They wailed upon her loss at first,
then branded her a profaner
for making such a travesty of the blue blood.
Born beneath the brightest star,
glowing in admiration, burning in beauty,
she could have had it all,
if only she had listened to her mother.
"I have my likes too, mother. Are they wrong?"
"They are demons, my child, haven't you heard?
Tales of those who are bewitched by their demons.
Your mother knows what's right to become a queen.
After all, a queen raised me too."
Years later, a young knight, from a place unguarded,
whispered to her, “Your thoughts are beautiful.”
Charmed with flattery, she let her true hue blossom,
and slowly, together, they fell in love.
Then one June night, the princess confessed to the knight,
“Darling, I am afraid, deeply afraid.
In truth, it has been months now,
I can't quiet this longing to flee.
I fear my people, my friends, my blood.
My heart no longer feels safe,
as though, should I fail to become what they behold in me,
they would aim at my neck to reckon me,
eyes brimming with resentment,
as if all they poured into me has suddenly turn to nothing,”
she wept and added in a tremulous voice,
“Would it be selfish, my knight,
if I asked you to save me?”
The princess wants to run away
